Chapter 20: The Smell of War

_Noah’s Pov_

I glared at the call. I was beyond pissed as to why his father would call me.

With a cold voice, I spoke.

“Hello, Jayden Oliver,” I stated. I could not remember when last he addressed him as my father.

“Yes, yes, call me by my first name,” my father said with a soft tone. For someone who had killed hundreds of people, this tone did not suit him.

“Get to the point, I am busy, “I replied. I did try my best to be as polite as I could.

“Busy with some Muslim girl I see,” my father retorted.

I deadpanned. Of course, I should have known how low my father could go to get what he wanted. However, when it came to Zaria, he was testing my patience.

After a moment of silence had passed away, my father sighed.

“Anyways, how is your Mother?” he asked me in a very chilled manner. I wondered why he was so calm.

“Dear, darling father, what do you want?” I grit out.